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And you’remine.
He drops my legs over his arms and sinks in deeper.
I close my eyes.
“Look at me, Alessia.”
I snap them back open.
He smirks. “Let me know how you feel afterward.”
His hips flex as he withdraws. And then with another smooth movement, he impales me to the hilt. I focus on his face, the way he grits his teeth upon withdrawal, the wonder within his eyes with each thrust forward, the beauty in his expression as he begins to fuck me mercilessly.
And then I forget about his reaction as pain becomes pleasure.
My toes curl and fingers wrap around the metal handcuffs.
It’s heaven.
“You love being fucked, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear as I strain against the sheets.
“God, yes.”
“Any more worries?”
I might getpregnant.Because here we are, without protection again. And deep down, the idea thrills me.
“No.”
He smirks again. “Hold on, then, while I teach this innocent pussy how to weep in pleasure.”
He fucks me in earnest now, picking up speed and rattling the headboard. But when he angles his body just so, and hits a sweet spot I wasn’t aware existed, I lose all sense of time and reason. My cries mix with his grunts, his strong body covering my own.
Nothing has ever felt this exquisite—physically speaking. The fact I love Sebastiano Beneventi, and that the signs are there that he shares the same emotion, is extraordinary.
“I’m coming,” I gasp.
He slams into me like a man possessed. “Fuck, yeah,” he shouts.
We climax together in a symphony of moans and shouts, his hot seed pumping into me as my body milks every last drop.
It’s intense.
Incredible.
So much so, I black out.
When I awake, I’m free of the handcuffs but held firmly in place by his warm body.
Exactly where I dreamed I’d be.
CHAPTER55
ALESSIA
By the next evening, we’re on a private red-eye flight to Italy.
Don Lucchese has refused hospice, his struggle with prostate cancer reaching an end.
